***In juvie, when the kids are outside there's a gate that separates the girls from the boys***
"Y/N," Carl says, walking up to the gate. "Gallagher, what a surprise to see you around here." We chuckle at my joke. He sits down next to the gate and smirks at me.
"So, what have you been up to?" He asks, looking over to the other girls in the yard. Some of them wave at him, but they don't do anything else because I'm over here. Carl says he made this place his bitch, well so did I. "Same old, same old. Kicking some ass and counting down the days 'til I get outta here."
He nods. "How much longer you got?" I smirk at him. "Two months." He frowns. Carl gets out in five, but we wanted to get out at the same time. Over the past few months Carl and I have become best friends, but I feel a little bit more than that. Yeah, yeah, it's cheesy as hell but I have feelings for Carl. But I know he doesn't feel the same way.
We wanted to be released together so that we can finally talk to each other without being separated by a gate, but he might always be on the other side. "Where did you say you lived again?" He asks. "About an hour from Chicago, but I think my mom might have me move in with my my uncle in Chicago for a little while. Just to... I actually have no fucking clue. He lives in the south side though."
This makes Carl smirk. "Then maybe I'll see you when I get out." I shrug my shoulders. The bell rings and the guards come out, telling us we need to go back inside. "Alright, Y/L/N, I'll see you tomorrow." I smile at him. "See ya then, Gallagher."
Two months later:
"Yo, Gallagher, you gonna come talk to me on my last day? We may never see each other again!" He walks over to me and smiles, sitting down next to the gate. "Of course I am. Who the hell wouldn't wanna see your gorgeous face?" I feel my face heat up a little, but I hide it, looking at a fight that's breaking out on the girls' side.
"You gonna miss me?" I ask him. It makes me ache in a way that I never have that I may never see him again, but I brush it away. "Hell yeah imma miss you. You're my girl, and I wish I could hug you and shit but you're on the other side. It fucking sucks." He sounded genuinely sad. God, I'm gonna miss him.
I look at him and offer a small smile. "I'm gonna miss you too, Gallagher." He lifts his hand up and grabs the gate, leaving his head back on the one behind him. "You have no idea how much this sucks, baby girl." My eyes widen at this new nickname. Since when the fuck does he call me that?
"You act like I'm about to die. We'll probably see each other again." He looks at me and gives me these cute puppy eyes. Hey, I can think people are cute. Especially Carl though. We sit there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"Y/N?" Carl finally says. I hum in response. He takes a deep breath and looks at me in my eyes. "I think I'm in love with you." Okay, this definitely took me by surprise. I'm too shocked to say anything. I want to look away from his beautiful blue eyes as I feel heat rise to my cheeks, but again, I'm too shocked to say or do anything.
I finally come to my senses and look away, laughing lightly. "Very funny, Gallagher. Have I ever told you that you're funny?" I lean my head back against the gate. "I'm not joking. I think I'm in love with you. You're amazing and funny and dare I say adorable. I've spent over a half of a year just looking into your beautiful eyes but not being able to touch you and it fucking sucks. But I seriously think I love you."
I don't look at him. Frankly, I can't move again. He's obviously not joking, but why me? I'm weird and quiet and got put in juvie for beating a group of kids to death. Okay, not literally to death, but they were all put in the hospital for a long ass time. But I do something that surprises me. I thought I would never do this.
"I love you too, Carl Gallagher." I never thought I'd speak those words in my life. But there, I said them. And to say the least those words are one-hundred percent true. I look at him and see his eyes are glassy, but he looks away from me. I chuckle. "Just because you're white-boy Carl doesn't mean you have to keep the tough guy act right now."
He laughs a little bit and wipes his eyes. "I know. I'm just upset that I'll probably never be able to hug you or even fucking kiss you." I shake my head and put my hand on the gate, attempting to reach for him. "Don't talk like that. You don't know what could happen, Carl." He intertwines his fingers with mine but our palms can't connect due to the gate.
The bell rings and the guards come out, making me look at Carl with a panicked expression. "This is it for now, huh?" I ask him. Shockingly a tear falls from his eye. "I guess so." Neither of us move, which is about to get bad in a few seconds. "Let's go people! We don't have all damn day!" For the first time in years I have to suppress a sob. "I love you, Y/N. I don't give a shit how cheesy it sounds. I fucking love you. Don't forget about me."
I shake my head, signaling I wouldn't. "I love you too, Carl." And then we pull our hands back and get up slowly, walking away even slower. And we don't stop looking back until we're out of sight from each other.
The next day:
"Y/N Y/L/N, let's go!" I go to the front and grab my stuff, then turn to the guards and walk up to them. "Thank you both for ensuring my life was a living hell, I appreciate it." I flick them off and leave the building. Once I get to the front I realize I didn't call anybody to pick me up. Fuck.
I turn in a circle, and when I see the other entrance to the building I see somebody. It's a white boy with cornrows... holy fuck. I drop my stuff when I connect the dots to who it is. He turns around and sees me. First his eyebrows scrunch together, but then a huge grin overcomes his face.
He slowly walks to me and stops about three feet away from me. We just stare at each other, still acting like we're separated. Then the next thing I know his arms are around my waist and his head is in the crook of my neck, and my arms are wrapped around his neck. "Is this real?" He asks. I nod and his grip on my waist becomes tighter.
He takes his head from my neck and cups my cheek with his hand. "You're so beautiful, baby girl." He touches me all over, probably happy that he can finally touch me at all. "I thought you were in longer?" I ask him. He smiles and shakes his head. "They let me out on good behavior." I smile happily and kiss his cheek, but he moves his face so that our lips touch.
And he kisses me passionately, me kissing him back. "From now on we stay on the same side, okay?" He says after he slowly breaks the kiss. I nod rapidly, chuckling at my excitement. "I agree."
Ok, so my first imagine for this book. Not like anybody's reading it lmao. But if you did I hope you enjoy. I'm more into smut so yeah, this is different. But I just came up with it.
